"Or you'll what?" Clara asked, more than a little disgusted with Wil's toothless threats. She had been baiting him, deliberately, for over a week. Ever since she had seen Lois strung up by her hair, Clara's cunt had urged her to seek a similar humiliation. She was beginning to think she was going to have to turn to Grant for satisfaction.
"You're getting to be a real bitch, you know that?" Wil asked bitterly. "You're just begging for… far the type of thing Lois gets from Grant…"
"You haven't got the balls to do it," Clara said sourly.
"Now that's enough," Wil warned. For a moment, Clara was afraid he was going to order her to leave. That wasn't what she wanted at all. "I don't need all the fancy hardware they have. A few neckties and my belt would do the same thing."
Clara felt a surge of hope. Wil had been thinking about how to do it, at least. "So, why don't you go ahead and do it?" she asked. "Or are you too much of a eunuch?"
Wil fidgeted, trying to make a decision. Then he turned to the bureau near the bed. "Come here," he ordered. For a change, there was real forcefulness in his tone.
Clara complied. Fear tingled in her gut as excitement wet her pussy. Her tits ached in her bra. She wished she hadn't worn it.
"Turn around, and put your hands behind your back. I hope you meant what you said about these old rags you're wearing."
"Why?" Clara asked, her throat tight.
Wil took her hands. Instead of crossing them, as she had expected, he pulled them, so her arms were parallel, and each hand was by the opposite elbow. The position strained her shoulders back.
"Because after I get you tied up, I'm going to tear them off of you," Wil noted tensely, tying her wrists.
"All of them?" Clara asked softly. Her pussy was a sizzling cauldron of lust.
"All of them," he answered, giving her a rude push toward the bed. "Sit down."
Clara stumbled and sat down awkwardly. At Wil's next command she flopped to her back and lifted her feet. After he had bound her ankles with one of his neckties, he told her to stand up. To do it, she had to first roll over on her belly. Then she heaved herself upright. She hopped precariously, then turned so she could face him.
"Just remember, you asked for this," Wil warned with a hint of his old timidity.
Clara faced him as boldly as she could. The way her arms were bound made her chest stick out. Her breasts jutted forward at him.
Instead of starting on her clothes, he reached out and fondled her thrusting breasts insolently. She was totally helpless. She writhed as his fingers glided over her still-covered globes. His face gleamed with excitement as he fingered her tits. Clara's head sagged backwards as lust boiled through her. It wasn't so much from his touch, as from her total helplessness and the anticipation of what was to come. Just how was he going to get her out of the old tank top she was wearing? And what about her bra, and the tight jeans?
Wil seemed to be enjoying the chance to toy with her. He squeezed her soft breasts, watched how they took the pressure of his fingers, watched the play of expression over her face. She didn't try to conceal her growing lust. She let it twist her features as he fondled her jugs.
"Don't go away," he joked, turning his back on her. He sauntered to the bathroom. For a moment she thought he was going to strip. Then she heard him using the toilet. He was still dressed when he came back into the room. He went over to his cluttered desk.
When he turned toward her again, she cringed. He was holding a gleaming pair of scissors. Light flashed from the sharp points. She wasn't sure how he was going to use them, but hoped he would be careful.
Cold steel touched her upper tit as he slid the point of one blade in the arm hole of her top. He carefully avoided clipping her bra strap. The scissors slid over her flesh and the point emerged near her tender throat. He closed the blades.
With a soft, whirring snick he sheared through the flimsy cloth. The severed material flopped down, bared the bra cup on that side. He grinned and pricked her throat with the point of the scissors. She flinched away, and her cunt flooded with excitement.
For some reason, she had expected him to cut the other side of her top next. He didn't. She felt goose bumps ripple her flesh when the point of the scissors touched the side of her waist. With a series of soft chomps, he gnawed his way up her side. He cut upwards toward her armpit until the point of the shears jabbed her there, and the last strip of cloth was cut.
The top flopped open.
Starting at her neck, Wil angled the scissors under the strap, and, with a single slash, cut it. It dangled limply. It was hanging precariously, concealing nothing. Clara writhed with horniness as she watched Wil. He used the point of the scissors to catch the tattered top and drag it off her. He let it drop on the floor. She was now down to bra and jeans.
Two quick snips and he had cut her bra straps. She felt her tits sag from the lack of support. The cups slipped down a fraction of an inch. Grinning, Wil used the point of the scissors to tease the cups down her soft boobs. He deliberately scraped her tender flesh with the sharp metal. She looked down as the point of the scissors furrowed her pale flesh. She was helpless to defend herself!
Then, instead of simply unhooking the now strapless bra, Wil slipped the scissors up between the cups. She looked down. The blades were pointing straight at her chin. She saw them begin to close, cut into the strap between the cups. She saw the last covering of her breasts severed, until only a thin ribbon of cloth held the bra together. Then that was gone, and her bra was clinging precariously to her jutting globes.
Again, cold steel touched her breasts. This time, it slid over the full bulk of her globe and scratched her aching nipple. The point of one blade caught in the depths of one bra cup and dragged at it. She felt the other cup scrape and tug her other breast as the bra dragged around from behind her back.
Her boobs swayed and jiggled as they burst free. Her nipples were aroused and anxious. Her tits heaved as she panted with excitement.
Wil stood back and studied her bare breasts admiringly. He looked like a tailor examining the cut of a new suit.
When he came toward her again, she wondered how he was going to deal with her tight pants. He tossed the scissors aside and yanked off the button at her waist. Then he ran the zipper down. The touch of his hands against her pussy made her slit drool anxiously. Brutally, he jerked the jeans down around her ankles.
She was left in only her panties. Her cunt was a swamp of horniness. Her legs were pressed tightly together.
When Wil picked up the scissors again, she assumed he was going to cut her panties off her. He grabbed her arm and dragged her away from the bed. Caught by surprise, she almost fell. She hopped along on her bound feet as he pulled her. Then she felt the icy touch of the scissors at the small of her back.
He cut the panties down between her ass cheeks. The shears slid along the crack of her ass like a snake. Her twat dribbled with horniness as he neared it. But, he cut only to the crotch, left the panties sagging down over her ass.
Then he moved in front of her and brandished the scissors in her face. Then, his eyes on hers, he dug the point of the shears in between her stomach and the waistband of her panties. She sucked in her gut and bit her lower lip. The scissors moved toward her pussy. She felt the blades close to cut, then slip lower. Cold steel slid into her already dripping slit as Wil angled them back between her thighs. Teasingly, he wiggled the cold metal in her cunt. Then, with a final snick, cut through. The two halves of her panties dangled around the tops of her thighs.
Wil slipped the point of the shears along the inside of her left thigh, and cut. That piece of tattered material fell off in seconds, he had done the same to the right half. Only her jeans, uselessly bunched around her ankles, were left to her. Their existence made her feel even more naked and exposed.
"You've earned a thrashing, you know," Wil informed her.
Clara nodded her head tensely and swallowed hard.
"Turn around and get on the bed. Head toward the wall," Wil ordered.
Awkwardly, Clara hopped to the bed. All she could do then was fall forward. She landed hard on her cheek. The bed squeaked. Her feet and knees were on the floor. She felt cool air on her naked, exposed ass.
"No. Get your knees up on the bed."
Squirming awkwardly, she somehow managed to double up and get her knees on the bed. The position lifted her tail high in the air, made it an extremely inviting target.
There was the sound of Wil's belt buckle being undone. Clara twisted her head, looked over her shoulder, watched him drag the belt out of his pants. His cock was a monstrous lump in his trousers. She half expected him to expose it. Instead, he calmly folded the belt double in his hand.
The first blow against her tight tail was gentle. The next was harder. She jerked in reaction to the pain. Then the dam broke. Wil's tight control dissolved. He slashed at her, forehand and backhand. Cracking like a pistol, the belt seared her flesh.
Clara yelled with pain.
Wil grabbed one of the scraps of her panties and rudely stuffed it into her mouth. Then he flailed at her until she was sobbing and bawling. Her ass was on fire when he finally stopped.
Her tail aching, her cunt a swamp of horny lust, Clara cried and cried. She couldn't move because of the pain. Something was going on behind her, but she couldn't see anything through her tears.
Suddenly, there was a touch at her pussy. A hot probe was digging at her from behind, driving in between the pouting lips of her streaming cunt. Wil had shoved his pants down, and was pushing his hard cock into her. The pain in her ass was forgotten as that wonderful, glutting shaft jammed into her ravenous hole. Clara moaned around the gag still in her mouth as Wil leaned forward and speared her with his cock.
On her knees and face, her arms bound behind her back, her ankles tied, Clara let lust boil through her as the cock raped her slit. She moaned with pain when, as he sank the last fraction of an inch into her twat, he leaned against her burning buttocks.
Grabbing her waist to steady her, Wil began pumping. Gone was his usual gentleness. It was rape. He rammed into her again and again, totally oblivious of the scorched condition of her tail. All he was interested in was satisfying his own lust, which sent Clara's pleasure higher than ever. The pistoning of his dick set her entire tormented body afire. Moaning around her panties, she squirmed, welcomed his cock into her cunt.
Wil rammed at her hard and held on. She felt his prick jump and jerk inside her. She felt cum spray her guts. Her vagina began convulsing around his erupting shaft. The searing waves of her cumming drowned the burning pain in her tail.
She knew it was over when she felt his dick begin to shrink. He pulled out abruptly, abandoned her brutally. All she had, besides a memory, was a burning ass, an aching cunt, and cum trickling down the backs of her thighs. With a soft groan, she flopped over sideways on the bed. Finally, she managed to tongue out the sodden gag.
Wil, nude, was leaning casually against the mantels. He had a drink in his hand. He was studying her calmly. For a moment, she was terrified he was going to apologize. He didn't. Evidently, he was intrigued and pleased by her helpless state.
"Untie me," she croaked. Her mouth was dry as dust.
Wil cocked his head thoughtfully. "No, I don't think I will," he said at last.
Clara felt a thrill when she realized what kind of a monster she had released. Things were turning out even better than she had hoped!
"Well, could I have a drink, at least?"
Wil nodded and came over and held the glass to her lips. Never before had a whiskey sour tasted so good! He made no move to untie her. Her total helplessness made her steam with horniness. The way he had her arms tied made her tits thrust out boldly. He sat beside her, giving her sips from the glass from time to time. She watched his cock as it slowly swelled and expanded. Her gut tightened as she wondered what he would do next.
"Sorry I had to gag you," Wil said, "but I was afraid your yelling might bother the neighbors."
"I understand," she assured him submissively. "Is Grant home?"
"He's down at Lois'. We were invited, but I told them we couldn't make it tonight."
"Oh." Clara felt a twinge of disappointment. She wished Grant had seen her humiliation.
"We'll see them again sometimes," Wil assured her, reading her thoughts.
"That's nice," Clara murmured, sipping the sour. It was all madness. Sitting here on the bed, arms and legs bound, nude, talking casually with Wil, who was also nude, was crazy.
Wil began to toy with her, began gently stroking her naked thigh. She wanted to reach over and grasp his swelling dick, but couldn't. She was forced to sit in an awkward position by the tension in her anus. She put all the longing she could into her soft whimpers. His fingers tickled her sleek thigh, inches from her starving cunt.
From her leg, Wil moved up to her tits. He lifted each, weighed them. His thumb stroked over a stiff nipple, made it throb and ache hungrily. He pinched it, sent a flash of pain darting after the pleasure.
"Like it!" he asked.
"Yes…" she choked out. Her chest began heaving as her lust grew.
He pinched harder and there was another flash of pain. Her pussy drooled between her clamped thighs. She groaned as he raked her nipple with his fingernail.
A casual push and she flopped to her back. Her arms were under her, so she had to arch over them. Her feet were on the floor. The arch in her body made her knees part naturally.
He put his chill glass on her tight gut. She moaned with agony at the sudden, unexpected, icy touch. Slowly, he slid the glass down her bare stomach, down toward the curling brown fuzz of her pussy. She could do nothing but squirm as he drew tantalizingly near her steaming twat. Wil smiled, and studied her helpless writhings.
The glass touched her overheated twat, froze her tender tissues. Then Wil angled the glass so the bottom edge was in her furrow. He moved it slowly along her gash. The touch of the icy coldness against her clit made her convulse. Her thighs flopped open against the bonds and jeans around her ankles. Her hips bounced and thrust in a mad fucking motion, searched for something to fill her void.
"Please," she moaned when the burning in her clit became first numbness, then an agonizing ache.
Wil took the glass away, and her clit flushed and burned with relief. She sighed. Her cunt spasmed as if it was cumming.
Wil shifted, and was suddenly straddling her. His cock lay between her breasts. He leered down at her, and slid his dick forward toward her chin. She felt his prick leaving a slimy trail on her bare flesh, felt his balls slither along her chest. He moved his cock toward her mouth. There wasn't anything in the world she could do but lie there, and wait for it.
"Lick it," he ordered, sliding his dick-head over her chin to her lips.
Opening her mouth, she licked the heavy bar of meat. She tasted his jizz and her own juices and his fresh seepings. He thrust, and the rubbery tip of his dick rammed her nose. She continued lapping its underside. Her insides were a cauldron of hunger, lust, horniness, and disgust, as she licked his dick tenderly. She was looking up at him, and he was looking down at her. His cock slithered around under her wet caressing tongue. Hands on his hips, he studied her helplessness and humiliation and the naked horniness in her eyes.
She couldn't see the object of her tongue's attentions. She was barely able to see the brown bush at his groin. His balls rested against her throat. Her tongue stroked his hot meat, made it squirm and dance over her lips. Tipping her head to one side, she tried to catch his dong between her lips, but couldn't. Then he eased back a little. She lifted her head and managed to get her lips around his cock.
She wanted him to cum in her mouth. She wanted his thick cream to spurt over her tongue and down her throat. Ignoring the pain in her neck, she slurped and sucked on the head of his cock, tried to make him jet his jizz into her mouth.
"Suck it, Baby," Wil groaned. He linked his hands behind her head, and hauled upwards so he could jam his cock farther into her sucking, working mouth.
Her cunt was in agony. It needed filling. But there was nothing she could do about it. She wasn't controlling what happened to her body.
She curled her tongue around Wil's hot, throbbing cock-head and managed, somehow, to bob her head in a vague fucking motion. She sucked and slurped, fought to trigger the steaming jets she wanted so much.
Wil was grinning down at her. He looked like a fiend. There was a hot glitter of savage lust in his eyes. He crawled atop her and swung his hips, fucked his dick into her mouth. He was almost sitting on her chest. His nuts slapped the underside of her chin each time he entered her.
Her nostrils flared as she inhaled and drew on his dick.
It felt like her head was about to be ripped off. She wished it would be, because then, she would be able to get his whole cock in her mouth, instead of just part of it.
"Gonna cum," Wil announced, not releasing his grip on her head.
"Mmmmpph," Clara mumbled in encouragement and milked the underside of his cock with her tongue.
With a growl of animal lust, Wil spurted into her. His cock pumping, his balls tight against her chin, he spouted thick, scalding jizz into her. Clots splattered the roof of her mouth, drowned her teeth and tongue, rushed toward her throat. She swallowed the thick goo, felt the steaming wads slide into her throat. Her mouth was coated with fragrant slime and her head was filled with the musky scent.
Her cunt spasmed around nothing in a blind, unfulfilled orgasm of frustration. The empty cumming cramped her double. Her thighs clamped together in search of the body that should have been between them.
Wil's dick gave a final feeble fucker, emitted a last dribble. Eagerly, she sucked down his last watery emission, then, wearily, let her head flop back onto the bed. Her neck felt like it had been twisted. The muscles had been strained beyond belief. She suddenly realized she had no feeling in her bound hands. Her back ached from being arched so long.
When Wil heaved himself off of her, his dick spattered her cheek with spit and cum. She moaned, and rolled over to her side, then, slowly over onto her stomach. She was absolutely beat. She was also unbelievably, exquisitely horny. Her ass was sore, her back was sore, and her neck was sore. But her cunt was hungry.
She heard Wil using the toilet. Then the flushing sound made her realize that she needed to go.
"Wil?"
"Yeah?"
"I need to go to the john."
"Be my guest."
"Untie me?"
"Unh-uh."
She felt a flash of anger and pleasure. She rocked back and squatted awkwardly.
Her joints popping and creaking, she made it to her feet. Then, ludicrously, she started for the bathroom the only way she could: hopping.
The short, awkward jumps made her breasts bounce and jiggle crazily. Wil watched as she bounced her way to the bathroom. Her tits flopped at every jerky leap.
When she reached the toilet, she turned around, and tried, unsuccessfully, to shove the door closed. Finally, she lowered herself to the seat. As Wil watched from his easy chair, his legs spraddled, his cock hanging limply, she leaned forward. By levering her legs apart she managed to piss without totally soaking her thighs.
Then she realized there was no way she could wipe herself. Dismally, she told Wil her problem.
"I suppose I could leave you that way," he mused. "But I guess I wouldn't like that very much."
She cringed with shame as he took some toilet paper, and proceeded to wipe her cunt carefully. He lingered over the task until her clit was on fire from the stimulation.
After he flushed the toilet, he heaved her unceremoniously over his shoulder. Like a sack of potatoes, he carried her back into the other room and threw her onto the bed.
She was ravenous. "Wil, I need you," she moaned.
"I'm all used up," he answered casually, gesturing at his withered dick. He slouched back in the easy chair and studied her.
"Don't you want me?"
"Sure. But I can't fuck you when I'm like this."
"If I get you hard, will you fuck me?"
"You get me hard, and I'll fuck you."
"Come here," she purred, her voice warm with promise.
"Unh-uh. You want me, you come to me."
She squirmed to the edge of the bed, and, after a brief snuggle, managed to sit up. Then she started to get to her feet.
"On your knees."
Meekly, submissively, she sank down. Then she realized she couldn't crawl with her ankles bound together.
So she started toward him in an inchworm sort of motion. She bent over and pressed her cheek and one shoulder to the floor. Then she dragged her knees up to her chest. Then she reached forward again with her cheek and shoulder, and repeated the motion. The fresh humiliation brought her horniness to a new, agonizing level. If she didn't manage to get him hard, and get his cock into her, she would die from frustration.
Reaching him, she dragged herself up to his lap, and contemplated his drained, crusty prick. She sought it with her mouth, then tongued it lovingly. She mumbled his drained penis around in her mouth, desperately tried to arouse the rubbery, soggy sausage of flesh.
Slowly, so slowly she wasn't even sure at first, his dick began to respond. While she sucked fresh life into his prick, he stroked her head as if she were a pet dog. Her pussy drooled hungrily as she tongued his gradually-swelling pecker.
Bit by bit, his cock expanded, filled her mouth. She swirled her tongue over the rubbery tip, around and around the conical knob. She was tasting his cum, her spit, and the juices left from his first penetration of her.
His cock was half hard now. She felt the blood pulsing into it, distending it, inflating it. She sucked, drew still more blood into it.
Her cunt was a seething cave of hunger. This time, she would get it. The first time had been such a shock she hadn't really had a chance to enjoy it. And it had been from behind, so her clit had been unstimulated. This time, somehow, she would take him face to face, so her clit would be ground into a flaming smear.
His cock was nearly ready. She sucked on it, then let it flop against his belly, so she could lick the underside from balls to tip. Then she tongued his balls. When she stroked his dick she felt it shudder and swell still more.
When Wil pushed her away from his erect cock, she was terrified he was going back on his promise. Then he scooped her up and carried her to the bed and dropped her on her back. Her legs trailed off the edge. Bending down, he untied her ankles, then pulled her jeans off.
With a moan of gratitude, she spread her legs wide and thrust her cunt at him. She put all the longing she could in her eyes. He hovered over her. When he finally lowered himself onto her, she thought she was going to die. His cock nuzzled into her pussy, slid deep into her hole. The way was well greased by the hours of stimulation she had endured. His cock sank into her, pushed blindly against the end of her tunnel. Then, he rested. After an eternity, she felt his fingers pry behind her back and fumble with the ties that held her wrists. Suddenly, she was free!
Wrapping her arms and legs around him, she humped madly, ground her clit between them. Wil hugged her, and began to piston his cock in her swampy shaft. Their bodies met with a wet, smacking slap. He pounded her crotch tissues to a soggy pulp. His fingers dug into her tail, pried her ass cheeks apart, probed her crack. She clutched his tight, hard butt, urged him to thrust deep into her.
She began muttering and moaning as fire raged through her. The flames surged higher every time he hit her clitoris. She figured he would be able to go for a long, long time, because of his two earlier cummings. She prayed she would have the stamina to take advantage of it.
The bed squeaked and groaned as he hammered into her again and again. The insides of her thighs began to feel as raw and sore as her tail had after the spanking. She humped her pelvis madly, and her pleasure grew and grew and grew. His finger touched her asshole, and she wailed with excitement. She felt him twisting into the tight ring of muscle, and yelled deliriously. It felt so good!
She was cumming. It was a flaring, fuckering, gushing climax that went on and one. It climbed higher and higher as he drilled his finger into her asshole and pistoned his dick in her cunt. She clutched at his butt, sought his crapper with her finger. As she orgasmed, she returned his favor, drove her finger slowly into his shitty depths. She felt his prostate spasm, felt his dick leap. Then, his cock rammed full depth into her, he froze. His dick pumped and jerked. She wondered vaguely if there was any jizz left for her cunt, but didn't really care. Her own cumming crested in a glittering fireball that tumbled her down into delicious exhaustion and blackness.
She felt wonderfully, satisfyingly abused as she fell asleep. His lowly-shrinking cock was still in her sodden hole.